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February 2009 
Can You?
Posted on Jan 12th, 2009
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Tdot
Tdot
Another of the more recent one's. I'd appreciate some comments or feedback or something, but no pressure. LOL.
Can you see me? My infidelities? Every day waiting for something to shake me. I hate things, and i'm waiting for the pot to bubble over. 2 steps away from going crazy at every corner. Can you see it? Taste my lonliness and you can follow my trail by the stench of sorrow. The scent of sickness. I've lived too long to still be living with this. Living like this. Are you watching? All eyes on me. One thousand little hands to run themselves across me. Entangled in a web of lashes, i'm thrashing but i can't stop these pupils from flashing across me. Godspeed when the dimmers cloud those lenses, i'm livid, but fall alone into discontentment. I'm trippin. At least that's what my friends said. Back when I still spoke with words instead of just telling them in my head. You don't want to hear it? Then shut up and don't fucking listen. It seems like the whole worlds on a fucking mission to fuck with you, play with you, anythign to fandangle you and bleed you dry. Want to clear a room in 30 seconds? Its simple, just start to cry. I get so many hushed silences when i say i just want to die. Don't ask me why, because i'll tell you; then all my questions get no reply. How can you be so misunderstood when you understand yourself perfectly fine? What does it say about you when no one bothers to take the time to do the things decent people do for one another? When hanging around with you is the obligation of the guilty. When all you get served is disgust with a cold side of pity. Whats with me? I live these simultaneous lives simultaneously being fed these perpetual fucking lies. I don't want it. I won't do it. I can't do anything else. I'm a fucking waste, wasted space, i don't give a fuck about saving face, can i get some saving grace? Maybe just a little taste of this happiness everyone's always raving about. By the time i get through the line they've just ran out. Just turn around; its not your turn today. How many times should you be turned away before you just stop coming back to the source. I live with minimal remourse for the things i've done. Mostly because those fucking bastards deserved every fucking one of my fabrications. And now i've come to face it. I don't come from this place, i guess. Justify being constantly alone. Since these motherfuckers take it anyway, i'll live as i am. Indecently exposed.
Can you see me? My infidelities? Every day waiting for something to shake me. I hate things, and i'm waiting for the pot to bubble over. 2 steps away from going crazy at every corner. Can you see it? Taste my lonliness and you can follow my trail by the stench of sorrow. The scent of sickness. I've lived too long to still be living with this. Living like this. Are you watching? All eyes on me. One thousand little hands to run themselves across me. Entangled in a web of lashes, i'm thrashing but i can't stop these pupils from flashing across me. Godspeed when the dimmers cloud those lenses, i'm livid, but fall alone into discontentment. I'm trippin. At least that's what my friends said. Back when I still spoke with words instead of just telling them in my head. You don't want to hear it? Then shut up and don't fucking listen. It seems like the whole worlds on a fucking mission to fuck with you, play with you, anythign to fandangle you and bleed you dry. Want to clear a room in 30 seconds? Its simple, just start to cry. I get so many hushed silences when i say i just want to die. Don't ask me why, because i'll tell you; then all my questions get no reply. How can you be so misunderstood when you understand yourself perfectly fine? What does it say about you when no one bothers to take the time to do the things decent people do for one another? When hanging around with you is the obligation of the guilty. When all you get served is disgust with a cold side of pity. Whats with me? I live these simultaneous lives simultaneously being fed these perpetual fucking lies. I don't want it. I won't do it. I can't do anything else. I'm a fucking waste, wasted space, i don't give a fuck about saving face, can i get some saving grace? Maybe just a little taste of this happiness everyone's always raving about. By the time i get through the line they've just ran out. Just turn around; its not your turn today. How many times should you be turned away before you just stop coming back to the source. I live with minimal remourse for the things i've done. Mostly because those fucking bastards deserved every fucking one of my fabrications. And now i've come to face it. I don't come from this place, i guess. Justify being constantly alone. Since these motherfuckers take it anyway, i'll live as i am. Indecently exposed.
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